I cant count on my hands about how many times people forget me in their recollections of events.
‘I was there too, remember?’ I’d say in defeated protest.
I shouldn’t feel so rushed- but everyone else is so tall- you’re tall. I feel like I never grew up along with my height.
Shortcomings march in a doubled pace attempting to keep up with you.
If I am not in your dreams of the future- I can’t be mad. I accept that as a reality just a couple feet behind you on the sidewalk and you turn around.
The same as a dog and his owner.